| Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
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| I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
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| First nigga in my family with some legal bread
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| Had to risk it all just to win big
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| I could stack them hunnids to the roof
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| I ain’t stopping 'til they stack to the moon
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| Nigga, without me, my family wouldn’t have food
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| Anybody go against me gotta lose (Helluva made this beat, baby)
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| 90's baby but I get to that money like '86 again
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| Lost pops and fell off, we back rich again
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| Gotta thank God for that prison bid
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| Music got us looking like the family’s selling bricks again
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| Been on tour, been on TV, own businesses
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| Still I pull up with that stick and flip the whip you in (Brr)
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| You don’t wanna hear bout indictments in the case I caught
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| Then, bitch, quit listening (Turn off)
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| Free Mar Mar, he innocent
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| I was in the county indigent, now my pendant lit
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| Bitches love me, they go crazy 'bout that real nigga shit
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| Used to be a young follower, I was ignorant
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| If you don’t want me to fuck her, go everywhere with that bitch, nigga
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| I’ll drop a bird on your head
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| That chopper’ll blow a third of the nerves out your head
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| Talking cash, shit, and we murdering that man
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| When they put them teddy bears on the curb for your ass, you lost
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| Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
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| I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
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| First nigga in my family with some legal bread
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| Had to risk it all just to win big
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| I could stack them hunnids to the roof
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| I ain’t stopping 'til they stack to the moon
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| Nigga, without me, my family wouldn’t have food
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| Anybody go against me gotta lose
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| 700K in here and my bag in this room
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| But it’s only for your eyes, why your man’s in this room?
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| I don’t know if he a snitch, now it’s blood on your hands
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| If you think I’m 'bout to let him leave alive, you a fool
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| Got a record deal, my label don’t like you when I hang out (For real)
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| And let me know that they ain’t know me 'fore I came out
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| Kevin Liles, I know it’s a risk to have these chains out
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| But I’m that same nigga that’ll knock a nigga brains out
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| Ex bitch ran off with the Rollie, hope she make it stretch
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| I could’ve killed her lil' dirty ungrateful ass
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| But I’m more mad at myself for tryna date a rat
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| Plus I make 30 for a show, so I’ma make it back
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| Used to order Wendy’s fries, bring a shake with that
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| Now its Benihana rice, put some steak on that
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| The Mustang used to always run out of gas
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| Now I’m in that Wraith, touch the paint and it’s a body bag, nigga
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| Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
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| I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
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| First nigga in my family with some legal bread
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| Had to risk it all just to win big
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| I could stack them hunnids to the roof
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| I ain’t stopping 'til they stack to the moon
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| Nigga, without me, my people wouldn’t have food
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| Anybody go against me gotta lose
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| I wanna see niggas win but everybody, you can’t eat around
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| Some niggas, I wouldn’t even go to sleep around
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| They had the bag, but ain’t help me when they see me down
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| Same niggas DM’ing me tryna be around
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| Bitch, they see that Wraith and they think Meek around
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| Can’t be around on choppers, yeah okay that’s three around
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| Come get your friendly ass bitch before I beat her down
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| After I fuck, never again will she be around
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| It’s crazy when your own people wanna bring you down
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| These niggas don’t even know what they wanna beef about
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| He shot at me, and that’s somethin' I can’t sleep about
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| Drop his mama, leave the town, bitch, we even now (Brr)
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| How you gon' motivate the youth, rapping that gangster shit?
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| This what they like, so I’ma make the shit
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| But even still, this my life, I gotta claim this shit
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| So even if they didn’t like it, I ain’t changing shit, nigga
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| Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
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| I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
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| First nigga in my family with some legal bread
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| So I can buy whatever ice, buy whatever crib
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| I could stack them hunnids to the roof
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| I ain’t stopping 'til they stack to the moon, nigga
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| Without me, my family wouldn’t have food
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| Anybody go against me gotta lose, nigga |